Food and pills from the Devil

The driver couldn't have driven away any faster, he was obviously trying to escape from whatever this situation was. The situation being the two men sitting on the side of the road resting on each other. They slept without a care in the world, slept like they weren't on the sidewalk in the middle of the bloody night. I could strip them naked, steal all their things and sell them and they wouldn't object. I scratched my head, looking at my apartment building of over 20 floors.

"How the fuck am I going to get them up to my apartment?"

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The struggle was real. Have you ever carried multiple babies at a time, you would need to be extra careful, so they didn't bang their droopy heads on anything? Now imagine if the babies were two grown men, with each man dangling in the opposite direction and their sum weight being thrice mine. At this point, I was sure that Park Daisuke and Eiichi would have no recollection of this night, not because of all the alcohol they had consumed. But because of the continuous trauma of hitting their heads on every wall in sight.

"There you go." I pushed Park Daisuke unto the couch, while I tried to keep Eiichi up and balance his full weight on my shoulder. As I began to set Eiichi down, Park Daisuke got up off the couch, and as if he was programmed to seek comfort, he wandered off towards my bed. "Hey! Mister! Park Daisuke, stop that right now." I called at him as he dropped on my bed and pulled the covers over himself. "Hey! You can't sleep there." My protest was followed by the loud sound of his deep snoring. Dammit, this baby-faced devil man. With all the work I had to do to get them here, I had sobered up, and my migraine was in full swing. I didn't even have the energy to argue with Park Daisuke.

I pulled Eiichi off the couch and pushed him on the bed. At least I'd get the sofa to myself. Eiichi rolled around for a bit then settled on his side, he curled into himself like a baby. Park Daisuke, on the other hand, had spread out like a starfish and was occupying sixty percent of the bed. Damn arrogant piece of work, this man was, even in his sleep. I tried to fold his hands to his sides, but they sprang right back like a catapult. I was exhausted, my eyes were heavy, and I also didn't have the strength to wrestle with a sleeping Daisuke.

I pulled my pillow from underneath Park Daisuke (I unfortunately only had one), and I got a spare duvet from my closet. I laid out on the couch and let the jumble of tiredness and agonizing head thumping do its work and lull me to sleep.

The warm rays of the sun hit my face, and my head pounded just as instantly as my eyes opened. I woke up to find myself back in my comfortable bed, and with no one in sight. The babyface...gone. Eiichi...gone. Was it all a dream? No way. I remembered vividly the events that occurred last night. I picked up my phone, and there was all the proof I needed; the notification of the transaction from Park Daisuke. I scratched my head and laid back down.

"How was I supposed to act now around him?" Yesterday was crazy, from Park Daisuke acting like a drunk loon to me drinking absinthe, to him and Eiichi sleeping like kids on my bed. I could still smell them on my sheets. I should get rid of the evidence. I pulled the bedsheets of my bed and shoved it into the laundry bag. God! Why did I go drinking with my manager and his driver? And why did we get so wasted they had to sleep-over at my place. Everything that happened was extremely unprofessional.

I looked at the clock over on my desk. HOLY...SHIT!

I was over four hours late for work.

Everyone was out for a lunch rush when I arrived at the office. So thankfully, I wouldn't be met with their meddlesome stares and whispers. I could see Park Daisuke in his office, working as calmly as always; he cleaned up really well. I, on the other hand, looked like a terrible mess. My eyes were swollen, my hair was frizzy…frizzier than usual. My skirt had ripped a bit, and I miss-aligned my buttons when I was putting on my sweater. I sank into my chair and rested my head on my table. The usual work pile was waiting for me. Obviously, I hadn't even had time to grab a meal or a snack, and between all the drinking and barfing, I never even got to eat a single thing last night. I was working solely on willpower.

As I flipped to the first page in the binder, some food and a box of headache pills were dropped right on top of my work. "Hey! what the..." I looked up to see Park Daisuke in his suavely dapper attire and styled hair.

"If you are still going to come to work, you should at least take care of yourself." He sighed.

"Thank you." I reached for the pills first.

He paused and watched me open the box to take out two pills. "Do you remember what happened last night." His eyes danced between my face and the ceiling.

"Other than we three getting shit faced drunk." I swallowed the pills with some water. Everything tasted like the acid from last night; even water was bitter.

"Other than that." He leaned in closer to stare at my face. Did something else happen?

"Do you mean..." I froze at the realization of what he meant, then stood up briskly. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to bang your head on all those walls." I prostrated. "The hallways are tiny, and you guys kept falling over..." He rubbed his temple, then rolled his eyes.

"Well, that explains the bruise on my head." he touched the bandaid on his temple. "But that wasn't what I meant. Forget it then, If you don't remember." He pulled away from my table and sauntered off to his office. He had his palm wrapped around his lips, and his eyes stuck to the floor.

It was almost as if Park Daisuke was. Embarrassed.